Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 71 Super Teacher [01] Slap in the face, Jiang Ke, please eat hot pot
"Really?"

Lu Zhan was so happy that he almost broke his pen.

"Really. I heard from the dean that he is still downstairs." The teacher who announced the good news said.

Song Yiyuan was preparing to read the composition. When he heard this, he thought about it, and raised his head and asked, "Which group is the grand prize?"

The teacher was startled: "I didn't ask that."

There were several teachers in the office, who all laughed when they heard the words, and happily participated in the topic.

"Do you still need to think about it? It must be Wen Yingxue's group."

"That's why they have this strength."

They sighed a few words, and then, a teacher who didn't get along well with Song Yiyuan came over and asked deliberately: "Mr. Song, don't you think that Mo Qing and the others have a chance to win the special prize?"

"I can't tell." Although Song Yiyuan's heart was pounding, he didn't show any cowardice on his face, and said with a playful smile, "The dean still made the results public, so everything is possible. Teacher Liu, do you think so?"

Teacher Liu sneered: "It seems that Teacher Song has great expectations for Mo Qing and the others."

"Must." Song Yiyuan is present, "They are the top three in the city."

Mentioning this, the expressions of all the teachers present changed slightly.

Mo Qing, whom none of them are optimistic about, won the first place in the city some time ago.Although it was only the entrance exam, it was enough to prove Mo Qing's strength.

However, the entrance exam is one thing, and the competition is another.

Mo Qing's trio were all self-taught and had no orthodox guidance.The rest of the teams were carefully trained by Lu Zhan, so they were definitely not at the same level.

What's more, I heard that this year's competition topic is a headache for college students.

"I heard that someone in our school won the national special prize in the modeling competition?" Another teacher came over smelling the smell of melon, "Mr. Lu, congratulations, you have to treat us to a big meal tonight."

The corners of Lu Zhan's lips turned up: "You decide the location."

Obviously, in his opinion, there was only one possibility that "Wen Yingxue's three groups won the special prize".

Hearing what he said, the teachers who were still a little uncertain immediately put aside their doubts and responded one after another.

"Then we're welcome."

"Mr. Lu, congratulations."

"It's still Teacher Lu's grandeur."

"It's so difficult to win the national award every year. You even won the special prize. Teacher Lu, with your teaching achievements, you may be able to be a special teacher next year. That will be the youngest special teacher in our school."

……

They praised Lu Zhan one by one.

Lu Zhan was extremely helpful, and his mood, which had been dull all morning, finally improved.

Song Yiyuan looked at this scene with an extremely disdainful expression.

——What kind of stuff are they, and every sentence they say is worse than every sentence.

At the same time, he couldn't help thinking: How can the dean's legs and feet be slower than the old man's, this time is enough for him to drink a pot of tea.

"Teacher Song." Teacher Li handed over a cup of tea with a smile, "Take a sip and reduce the fire."

Song Yiyuan frowned, disappointed and said: "Mr. Li, as my role model, do you also want to make trouble at this time?"

"It's serious." Teacher Li put away his schadenfreude, and said righteously, "I'm afraid that you will be rushed and be dazzled by unrealistic delusions."

As he spoke, he brought the tea to Song Yiyuan: "Drink some."

"You are no longer my role model."

Song Yiyuan snorted arrogantly, took the tea from Teacher Li's hand, and drank it with his head raised.

"Don't be discouraged." Teacher Li patted Song Yiyuan's shoulder and comforted him, "Isn't it just a competition, if you don't win a prize, you don't get a prize. Anyway, Mo Qing also helped you in the joint exam, didn't he?"

Mentioning this matter, Song Yiyuan became proud again.

Song Yiyuan put down the teacup, and said with fluttering eyebrows, "Mr. Li, do you really regret it?"

Teacher Li asked: "What do you regret?"

Song Yiyuan was triumphant: "At the beginning of school, you gave Mo Qing such a good seed to our seventh class."

"..." Teacher Li didn't know why Song Yiyuan regarded Mo Qing as a time bomb, shook his head, and sighed, "The only thing I regret is that Min Chang ran away with Mo Qing."

"Tch." Song Yiyuan expressed his disbelief.

Teacher Li gave him a blind look: "Aren't you afraid that Mo Qing will explode when?"

Song Yiyuan was full of confidence: "Not afraid."

As a senior, Teacher Li gave him a very solid advice: "Pray to God more, I hope she will not cause you trouble in the next half a year."

Song Yiyuan curled his lips and ignored him.

"Oil and salt are not allowed." Teacher Li pointed at him, and there was nothing he could do.

"Knock knock knock."

There was a knock on the door, and the office suddenly fell silent.

The dean stood at the door and took a look inside: "It's so lively, what are you talking about?"

"Let's talk about the grand prize in the competition." Teacher Liu took the conversation with a smile.

The office was filled with a happy and relaxed atmosphere, but the dean was not excited at all, instead drooping his brows and eyes, as if he was not very happy.

"What's the matter?" Teacher Li was the first to notice something strange, "Did someone lie about the military situation?"

The dean shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "No."

Teacher Liu breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately said: "It was a false alarm. Teacher Lu, the special prize did not escape."

Lu Zhan was also secretly relieved.

"The special prize goes to the team of Mo Qing, Shen Qi, and Min Chang." The teaching director said this with a blank expression, and then looked at Song Yiyuan with a complicated expression.

"Oye!"

Song Yiyuan jumped up from the chair as if he had won an award, stepped on the chair, grabbed Teacher Li's shoulder, and said ecstatically, "Ms. Li! Teacher Li! Did you hear that?! Mo Qing group!"

Teacher Li was stunned for a moment, feeling himself being torn apart, frowned and said, "Be gentle."

Song Yiyuan didn't care, and continued to shout: "Mo Qing's team!"

Teacher Li: "I heard it."

"Mo Qing's team!" Song Yiyuan continued to chatter, "Do you regret it or not!"

Teacher Li:"……"

He regrets.

He regrets it very much.

He regretted very much that he just joined Song Yiyuan's side.

——Isn’t this intentionally making yourself suffer?
In the huge office, except for an extremely excited Song Yiyuan, the rest of the teachers were in extremely complicated moods.

The instructor of Mo Qing's group is named Song Yiyuan.They had been sending blessings to Lu Zhan in front of Song Yiyuan just now, and in retrospect, they were all so embarrassed that they wanted to scratch their feet.

"So it's Shen Qi and Min Chang..." A teacher scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and said to Song Yiyuan, "Teacher Song, congratulations. I'll go and have a look in class."

"I have something to do, I have to go."

"It seems that Shen Qi does have a skill, he is indeed a genius."

"I knew Min Chang was a good kid."

……

The teachers said in embarrassment, then picked up the lesson plans and test papers one after another, and hurriedly fled the scene.

The teaching director was also prejudiced against Mo Qing's trio, and he was a little uncomfortable when he learned that the special prize fell to Mo Qing and his trio, so he symbolically congratulated Song Yiyuan.

Then, the teaching director said to Lu Zhan: "Mr. Lu, Wen Yingxue's trio won the national first prize, and the other two teams won the provincial third prize. They performed well this time..."

blah blah blah.

The teaching director praised Lu Zhan, but it was like a torrential river, and he was a different person when he said "Congratulations" dryly to Song Yiyuan.

However, Lu Zhan had a serious face, ungrateful.

Song Yiyuan didn't care about this person at all.He couldn't wait to go out, wanting to announce the good news to Mo Qing and the others.

"Teacher Song, wait a moment." The dean stopped him, frowned, and restrained his smile when looking at him, "After all, you are a teacher and a class teacher, so be more cautious and don't rush things. You You are so lively, how can students and parents trust you?"

Song Yiyuan retracted the legs that had stepped out of the door, and then stopped his waist. With a steady smile on his face, he straightened his collar and flicked his sleeves.

He asked solemnly: "How do you see me now?"

The dean was so angry at his fake appearance.

The teaching director said with a dark face, "The test questions of this competition have attracted much attention. The national TV station will send reporters to interview Mo Qing and the three of them. Tell them about it and let them perform well."

"Row."

Song Yiyuan responded bluntly, unable to hide the joy on his brows, but when he walked out of the office, he was still unhurried.

Very dignified.

*
After the announcement of the winning results of the competition, there was another storm on campus.

Thanks to the effect of Lu Zhan's interview, not only the third year of high school, but almost the whole school knew about the existence of this competition.

They took it for granted that the topic was so difficult, but it was only natural for the students brought out by Lu Zhan to win awards in the fields that Lu Zhan's ancestors knew well.

Wen Yingxue's team was obviously the one that won the grand prize.

However, the special prize did come down, but it fell to the trio of Mo Qing who had no hope.

This is really a big upset.

In just a few hours, Mo Qing turned over with her solid results, which made those who had prejudice against her look differently.

No one talked about Mo Qing reading some extracurricular books as pretending to be X anymore.

And when Mo Qing pretended to be the daughter of the Mo family, when it was revealed again, she no longer cared about Mo Qing, but was angry with Mo Sui'an.

……

When school was over, there was snowflakes in the sky again.

Mo Qing, Min Chang, and Shen Qi were called to the office, and Song Yiyuan and the dean told them about the interview. The three of them seemed not interested and were very perfunctory.

Song Yiyuan knew the temperament of the three of them, so he interrupted the dean after half an hour: "Probably about these issues, the interview will be live broadcast, and I will check the draft with you before it starts. It's getting late, you go first."

The dean quit: "Wait, I haven't..."

Shen Qi said decisively: "Teacher Song, see you tomorrow."

Min Chang agreed, "Mr. Song, see you tomorrow."

Mo Qing also said, "Mr. Song, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Song Yiyuan smiled like a blooming flower in spring, and he waved to them, "Be careful on the road."

The three of them didn't even look at the dean. They turned around in unison, picked up their schoolbags that were lying side by side on the floor, and walked out of the office together.

"Look at them, look at them!" Pointing at their backs, the dean was furious, even his hands were shaking, "What kind of attitude do they have! They don't look like students at all!"

"That's great." Song Yiyuan was overjoyed and exclaimed, "How wonderful, you still bid farewell to me."

Song Yiyuan thought about it, and felt better: "How polite."

Dean: "..." But they didn't say goodbye to him!
The dean was furious.

*
When he walked out of the teaching building, Mo Qing suddenly thought of something, took out a palm-sized hand warmer from the side pocket of his schoolbag, turned on the switch, and held it in his hand.

Min Chang saw it and asked in surprise, "Are you cold?"

Mo Qing said, "It's not cold."

Min Chang was taken aback: "Then what do you use this for?"

Mo tilted his eyes at him, and the old god said: "Normal people use it."

Min Chang: "Huh?"

Shen Qi: "Huh?"

Both Min Chang and Shen Qi were puzzled, they looked at each other, looked at their empty hands, and didn't know what to say for a while.

——How about they bring one tomorrow and integrate into the group?

"Shen Qi." Mo Qing suddenly called out, interrupting Shen Qi's thoughts.

"what."

"Is Yao Jiajia with you?" Mo Qing asked.

Shen Qi paused, thinking of Mo Qing's complicated background, without pretending to be a lie, nodded directly: "Yeah."

Min Chang asked suspiciously, "How is she doing now?"

"It's okay." Shen Qi said calmly, "It's just that Yao's family members are angry and want to ask her to clarify. However, after all, it's a family, and no matter how angry they are, they can only beat her up, nothing will happen."

The wind wrapped in snow, and it melted after falling into the eyes, leaving a touch of coolness.Mo Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at her with a little scrutiny: "Is it you who are behind the scenes?"

Shen Qi paused: "It's me."

"why?"

"I checked, and there have always been voices questioning Lu Zhishu, but they were suppressed." Shen Qi tilted her head, the wind blew her hair on her forehead, and she smiled, "I believe that the diary is not fake. Since there is no fake , why not make it public?"

Mo Qing stared at her silently.

Shen Qi looked back quietly.

After a while, Mo Qing smiled freely and said, "If you want to use the live interview to do something, I won't stop you."

Shen Qi was stunned: "You guessed it?"

Mo Qing said lightly: "It's not difficult to guess."

Shen Qi smiled and said, "Thank you."

Min Chang, who was completely ignored, looked at them and made a conclusion with every word, raised his brows lightly, but didn't say anything, and took it lightly.

——He originally thought that Mo Qing was the center of trouble.Unexpectedly, there was another Shen Qi.

The three bid farewell at the school gate.

I was called to the office today, I only found out after school, Mo Qing didn't have time to tell Peng Zhong.After she left the school gate, she glanced around and caught a glimpse of a familiar car.

Just as I was about to walk over, my phone rang.

It's Jiang Ke.

Mo Qing answered the phone.

"Congratulations, the special prize." Jiang Ke's voice came from the phone, as gentle as a breeze, clean and pleasant.

Mo Qing smiled and asked, "Do you believe me?"

"What reward do you want?" Jiang Ke asked him from left to right.

"hot pot."

After a pause of two seconds, Jiang Ke didn't seem to understand: "What?"

Mo Qing repeated: "I want to eat hot pot."

"Yes." Jiang Ke quickly agreed.

Thinking of Jiang Ke's upright appearance at home, Mo Qing sarcastically said, "Eating at home, won't it affect your image of not eating human fireworks?"

Jiang Ke said, "I don't eat at home."

Mo Qing was puzzled: "Where are you going?"

"You let Peng Zhong go first, and then come to the opposite side."

Jiang Ke's light and leisurely voice came into his ears accompanied by the wind and snow, and Mo Qing was stunned for a moment before he could react, and soon he heard Jiang Ke hang up the phone, and there was no sound from the speaker.

Mo Qing put down his phone and looked up at the opposite street.

Among the few pedestrians, Jiang Ke was nowhere to be seen.

She found Peng Zhong's car and walked over.When he got closer, Peng Zhong got out of the car, walked around to the rear door, and opened it.

"I have something to do at the moment, so I won't be back until later." Mo Qing glanced at the car door, but didn't get in.

Facing Shang Pengzhong's puzzled eyes, Mo Qing added: "I told Jiang Ke."

"Okay." Peng Zhong nodded slightly, "There will be snow in the evening, Ms. Mo, pay attention to safety on the road, and be careful in everything."

"Ah."

Mo Qing nodded, said goodbye to Peng Zhong, and walked towards the underground passage leading to the opposite side.

She dawdled in the aisle for a while, until Peng Zhong drove away, and then walked along the aisle to the opposite side.

There was no one in the passage, and the ground was wet. The snow was brought in from the pedestrian's shoes and melted on the ground.There was a cold atmosphere in the whole passage.

Mo Qing walked to the end, hesitating whether to go left or right, at that moment, he heard a familiar voice.

"This way."

The sound is coming from the right.

She looked sideways, and saw a figure on the long slope, tall, all in black, hiding in the dark.

Jiang Ke was wearing a long black hooded coat with a hood, his face was blurred in the dark light, and the outline of his eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the shadows.All alone.

He took off the hood, revealing a handsome face, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, deep eyes, a little less solemn and serious, and a little more casual and playful.

Mo Qing walked over and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Ion Lane."

Jiang Ke replied.

He turned and walked up the long slope.

When the street lights fell, his figure cast a long, long shadow on the ground, sometimes overlapping with Mo Qing's shadow, and sometimes separating.

　It's on the shelves, and I will send a bottle QAQ that I want to write about live broadcast but has no intention of doing so.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)